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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px][justify]"Um, what the fuck is going on here?" Dalliance shoved his way to the front of the small knot of ScarClanners gathered. He'd heard something about a torture, and although his morals were pretty fucked up, they weren't that fucked up. Overall, the coyote was merely curious, until the last pelt shifted aside and the entire scene unfolded before his eyes.

Dalliance stopped dead in his tracks.

For a moment, he didn't believe who was crouched on the bloody dirt, under Cottonfawn's claws. It couldn't possibly be him, and yet it was, because who else had the same fluffy ivory fur, the same gentle paws, the same multicolored gaze? He must've been thrown off, though, because Nevin was looking up with a new expression Dalliance had never seen painted on the felidae's gentle features.

Pain.

"What -- What did -- ? Hey, Cotton!" The canine tripped forward, terror and confusion and anxiety sketched across his scarred face. "What the fuck're you doing? You can't... You can't just go around beating people up for the hell of it! Especially not Nevin, because -- because -- " Dalliance's gaze skirted from the broken feline to the demonic serval. "He didn't do anything. Come on Cotton, he didn't do anything," Dalliance directed his plea to Jemma, who seemed to also have a fucking part in this. Of all people -- of all the fucking ScarClanners in ScarClan on Earth in the fucking universe -- they had pinpointed Nevin. Nevin, who never did anything. Nevin, who never should have had a part in this.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px][justify]Dalliance skirted in a little late, yellow oculars wide and observing. He took a seat by himself around the back.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px][justify]Fantastic. You know what really helped with hangovers? Yelling.

Dalliance tried not to turn tail immediately and simply walk away. Attempting vainly to keep his brain from spilling out of his ears, the coyote muttered through gritted teeth, "Dalliance. Welcome to ScarClan."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px][justify][size=8] The coyote watched most of this go down with a steady, uninterested gaze. Boyfriend drama never ended well, which is why as he lounged unassumingly, Dal was drinking up every word spat between the three. It was only a juicy bonus, in his opinion, if one of the players was possessed. You didn't see that shit on TLC. So he sat, and he watched, and when Bane teleported his giant tiger ass to fight one Hot Dude for another Hot Dude, you could bet Dalliance was getting in on this.

"You fuckers are so close I'd almost expect a kiss if it weren't for the whole, you know, You Diss My Boyfriend I Break Your Neck blood feud thing," Dal drawled, rising from his position. Since Macho Tiger couldn't protect him anymore and he was literally standing next to Flicker (who the demon in question didn't exactly adore) he thought he would be better off a few large steps away from the three. Plus, Cotton was beginning to make some weird ass snake mating call hiss noise, which was pretty much never a good sign in any situation. Ever.

// mobile rip

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px][justify]ayyY

omfg Parker where r u joining ??

D ID SOMEONE SAY HUSTLECAT I'm uneducated but graves is Tall Dark and Handsome and married to me lbr

shit oops sub

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px][justify]"Hey, Jemma. Jimmy. Jo-Jo. Jeremy. Having a little trouble?" The coyote sauntered over to grin sloppily at the demon. Dalliance wouldn't dare face her like this when he was feeling right in the head; the boy was far too cowardly for that. And that was just the problem -- he wasn't right in the head. Weed sorta did that to you, y'know?

"Maybe if I kiss you it'll scare the demons off. Wanna try?" The wasted canine tripped over his paws and landed flat on his ass, offering the possessed femme a dopey smile.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px][justify]Next to approach was the heavy-footed coyote, golden oculars bleary and fogged. He sat his mangy form down next to Aima, scratching absently at his torn ear as he observed the newcomer. "Then welcome to ScarClan. I'm Dalliance." He introduced himself gruffly.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px][justify]"Did someone say flaming homosexual?" Dalliance approached with his standard half-smirk, torn ear flicking as roved faded yellow oculars over the newcomer. [b]"Kidding." The coyote added, although he wasn't really kidding, like, at all. Oh, well. No one had to know that, right?

"Welcome to ScarClan," Dal dipped his scarred head in a half-hearted nod, drawling the words more from habit than sincerity. They didn't get casual bunkers very often. This was ought to be fun.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify]Dalliance winced almost as bad as Nevin at every mental blow Jemma dealt. Standing there, hopeless and desperate, the coyote couldn't physically see anything harming the ivory felidae, but the effects were clear on his face. Every new horror tossed to Nevin flashed in his multicolored eyes, which widened and closed and cried and bulged. Every new horror was as raw and terrifying in his mind as it was on his otherwise gentle features.

It was almost worse than seeing blood.

Dalliance was aware of the conflict occurring around him. Of course, some ScarClanners weren't okay with torture either. But it wasn't about the moral anymore. It was about the individual -- an innocent house cat, with a heart of silver and gold and titanium, unable to do anything but plead as a demon twice his size and a hundred times as powerful tossed him from one nightmare to another.

Dal wasn't sure where his voice went. It had already fled; ran somewhere far and unattainable, which is where he should've already run to, taking Nevin with him. But of course not. He had to stand and watch, to swallow his heart and watch every new scar inflicted onto Nevin with wide eyes and a closed mouth. Dalliance's lips parted in a desperate attempt to speak, to scream, to wail and plead and yell and cry, and yet not even a whisper emerged.

Nevin was speaking now, trying to bargain for his life, and that was it. Dalliance didn't have an ounce of courage left -- not that he ever did in the first place -- and so, almost as if he were being pinched awake from a bad dream, the coyote tripped and stumbled and sprinted away from the torture scene, ignoring every emotion that sprung to clog his throat and clutter his mind and burn his eyes.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px][justify]AHAHAH OMG THAT WOULD BE INCREDIBLE YES !!!!
if u could make ple aSE i owe u my first born child

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify]HELLO HELLO WELCOME EVERYONE

y does plotting overdose oneshots make me feel happy...... v suspicious
also dal is gonna get Fuckd Up (for like the 8273722922 time)

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify]Like Nevin, the last thing Dalliance expected to see on the edge of ScarClan territory was the ivory felidae himself. In fact, the last thing Dalliance wanted to see was Nevin.

The coyote barely registered that anyone had spoken, at first. Head lolling, his bleary gaze was fixated at something that didn't quite exist in the opposite direction. It took him a moment afterward, but by the time he swung his scarred head, flaxen oculars flashing in surprise, Dalliance already knew who it was. "Nevin!" He gasped, abandoning his nest and taking a good three large steps backwards. "I -- Um -- Hello? I mean I... Didn't expect to see you either." Dal glanced him up and down uncertainly. Nevin seemed uncomfortable in his own skin, standing at an awkward angle and trying to ease off his injuries, except his injuries were everywhere. And why was he talking like a malfunctioning robot?

Shame flared hot in Dalliance's chest and he quickly averted his eyes, opting to stare at a tree instead. "Are you okay?" He asked softly, and then scrunched his eyes close immediately after. What the fuck? Are you okay? Of course he wasn't fucking okay, he had just been fucking tortured. By demons. While Dal ran away.

Dalliance slowly slid his oculars to meet eyes with Nevin, his apology stretched over every inch of his wide golden irises. Of course, Dal would never verbally say sorry. His dirty ego was far too big for that.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify]"Name and business?" The coyote grunted, padding up to peer at the BlizzardClanner suspiciously. The blanket at her feet seemed to contain either a baby she was going to abandon at the border with lots of dramatic crying, or gifts.

Dalliance wasn't sure which he preferred.

NOSFERATU G. wrote:

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so we need a gay guy cult
with badges and crap

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information (updated 6/1)

[justify]GENERAL —
⋆ Nosferatu Gabriel-Harbringer
⋆ SunClan & ScarClan warrior
⋆ Former ThunderClan leader and KoE deputy
⋆ Son of Inkdeath x Onxydagger
⋆ Cross road's demon
⋆ Homoromantic Homosexual - Single
⋆ First Order colonel: NS-3937

APPEARANCE —
⋆ Timber wolf
⋆ Black and brown w/ silver eyes: reference
⋆ Laceration scar on left side of his neck
⋆ Tall, lean and slender build
⋆ Wears a silver cross necklace: reference

BATTLE —
⋆ Medium
⋆ Peaceful power playing allowed
⋆ Ask for injury / capture - No kill
⋆ Attack in bold black
⋆ Shape shifting and invisibility powers

PERSONALITY —
⋆ Sarcastic | Flirtatious | Impulsive | Arrogant | Childish
⋆ Supportive | Emotional | Stubborn | Fatherly | Snarky
⋆ Friendly | Long temper | Loyal to friends and family

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify] SCREAMING TRU THO

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify]Well, someone had some family shit to work out. The coyote padded up to seat himself beside Cottonfawn, flaxen oculars blank and unimpressed as he awaited an answer alongside the others.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify]"Skinny dipping without me?" The coyote announced his presence with his obnoxiously loud tone and a running start for the creek. Unfortunately, his horrified gaze fixated on the fish seconds before he took a massive leap into the shallow creek (bad idea anyways) and he desperately skidded to a stop, wrenching up mud and dirt and soil as he attempted to halt his progression.

"Oh my god, is that fish? What the fuck? What is this, goddamn RiverClan?" Dalliance spat, jerking to a halt just before he landed face-first in the placid water. He wasn't going to swim with fish. This wasn't the Little Mermaid, although he had worn a shell bra at a party once. Dal shook out his mangy pelt, dislodging clumps of earth, and glanced around at the others. His eyes carefully skirted around Nevin, landing instead on Cottonfawn. "Is it cold?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify]"Dalliance. Avoid me for your own good unless you want drugs, a lower IQ, or a good time." The coyote announced in his rusty voice as he ambled over, folding long limbs under him as he sat to listen. He was almost sure he knew everyone in the Clan already, but he wasn't about to give up a chance to promote his, um, products.

(( lmao yo im kiv
i like marvel and being mean 2 dalliance
ive been on this site for like 5 years and so far have 0 notable characters except for this asshole so be as rude to him as u like bc he deserves it ;^)

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify]Next to approach was the hulking figure of the scarred coyote himself, faded golden oculars roving over Kenneth blankly. His gaze and posture were hostile, but that was just Dalliance being Dalliance, and in reality he was vaguely intrigued. Who the fuck was this hotshot? Cute, he supposed, but not his type.

Nothing but a sigh escaped Dal's black lips as he seated himself silently beside Lirim.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify]Next to approach the meet and greet was Dalliance, squinted eyes critical and torn ear twitching as he loped up to sit among the others. "I think I know you." The coyote mused, muzzle twitching as he cocked his head slightly. God, what the fuck was her name? Donnie, or some weird shit like that. "Either way, doesn't matter. Dalliance, for the second time." He introduced himself gruffly. She was one of the cutesy types, it seemed. He was real careful with those -- they looked like dolls but had teeth sharper than razors -- or was as careful as an impulsive addict could be.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify]I trIED to watch gone girl but nothing happened for the first 5 minutes and my add ass was like lol nah fam nvm

also helo
I KEEP HAVING 2 STAY UP rlly late to rp dal bc im out all day so i just shrug emoji